Ryuhana
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- Posted: Sat, 31 Jul 2004 14:08:21 +0000
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<i>Winning storytelling competition entry by Starsong</i>
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A million tales exist about how the creature known as Bl� thanna came to be: wild stories of chaos and magick, of utopias and faeries, of humans and wars and life and death. There's even one with jellybeans. And jellybeans aside, few of them might even contain a grain or two of truth.
Well, you are all perfectly entitled to your grains; I know the whole story.
It’s quite simple, really. There was no great war, no miracle of creation, no freak experiment gone awry. That came later, and resulted in humans. What happened then, if there was no great event to mark the coming of the Bl� thanna?
Sheer vanity.
It started with proud Bl� th parents decorating their eggs. It was believed that the beauty of the egg would determine the beauty of the child after it hatched, so anxious mothers gathered the most colourful of the flora and fauna around them to adorn their nests and the eggs. But competition is the way of all things, and so, even this very simple display of parental love turned into a fierce contest for the most beautiful egg, and the most beautiful child.
That the flora and fauna had absolutely no effect on the pups, that their colour was ultimately decided by the original colour of the egg, went completely unnoticed.
The parents grew creative. Flowers and gems and jewelry were carefully crafted for the eggs; done well, the added accessories appeared to be a natural part of the egg itself. And so life continued in the world of the Bl� thanna for many years.
Magic, however, did not sleep then, as it does now. Earth magic gathered in the plants and flowers used to adorn Bl� th eggs, and slowly trickled into the eggs themselves. It remained within the Bl� th pups, pooling unnoticed in their bodies, passed on from generation to generation and increasing in power with each new pup, until the day the magic spilled over. It flowed, raw and sparkling, between the unhatched egg and the flowers that adorned it, and they … merged.
Earth magic, however, had always been that of unity and not change. The flowers did not alter the Bl� ths themselves, only the eggs. Bl� thanna now emerged from flowers, their fur splashed with the myriad of colours that their flowers bore. A new sense of the world was awoken within them, a natural affinity for flowers and plants that have the Bl� thanna gathered in the gardens they are found in today. Gardeners and flowers all at once, the oasis of their home is a paradise unlike any other, a last fleeting glimpse of a world uncorrupted and united and sparkling with the magic of life.
Well, you are all perfectly entitled to your grains; I know the whole story.
It’s quite simple, really. There was no great war, no miracle of creation, no freak experiment gone awry. That came later, and resulted in humans. What happened then, if there was no great event to mark the coming of the Bl� thanna?
Sheer vanity.
It started with proud Bl� th parents decorating their eggs. It was believed that the beauty of the egg would determine the beauty of the child after it hatched, so anxious mothers gathered the most colourful of the flora and fauna around them to adorn their nests and the eggs. But competition is the way of all things, and so, even this very simple display of parental love turned into a fierce contest for the most beautiful egg, and the most beautiful child.
That the flora and fauna had absolutely no effect on the pups, that their colour was ultimately decided by the original colour of the egg, went completely unnoticed.
The parents grew creative. Flowers and gems and jewelry were carefully crafted for the eggs; done well, the added accessories appeared to be a natural part of the egg itself. And so life continued in the world of the Bl� thanna for many years.
Magic, however, did not sleep then, as it does now. Earth magic gathered in the plants and flowers used to adorn Bl� th eggs, and slowly trickled into the eggs themselves. It remained within the Bl� th pups, pooling unnoticed in their bodies, passed on from generation to generation and increasing in power with each new pup, until the day the magic spilled over. It flowed, raw and sparkling, between the unhatched egg and the flowers that adorned it, and they … merged.
Earth magic, however, had always been that of unity and not change. The flowers did not alter the Bl� ths themselves, only the eggs. Bl� thanna now emerged from flowers, their fur splashed with the myriad of colours that their flowers bore. A new sense of the world was awoken within them, a natural affinity for flowers and plants that have the Bl� thanna gathered in the gardens they are found in today. Gardeners and flowers all at once, the oasis of their home is a paradise unlike any other, a last fleeting glimpse of a world uncorrupted and united and sparkling with the magic of life.
<i>Winning storytelling competition entry by Starsong</i>
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